The archbishop chuckled at his expression. "Actually, all the undead following you can be considered as those you summoned. Perhaps we can just calculate it that way?"
Yi Lai Zhe looked back at the thousands of undead following behind him and raised an eyebrow: "It doesn't seem like it's not impossible. Although I have buried all the powerful undead in the family, most of the remaining ones are only at the blessing level. Just calculate it this way, and I will seriously summon them tomorrow or the day after."
He turned and walked offstage, yawning, "I was too tired last night, I don't have much energy right now, it's good to finish early and go back to catch up on sleep."
Elder Sid was very dissatisfied with the Holy Son's self-willed manner, but there was nothing he could criticize, since even just considering the number of undead behind him, he was already far ahead.
Eli muttered under his breath, "Won't he stay up all night and destroy our new house? What if he sells all the furniture for money and then uses it as an excuse to get revenge on us?"
Phil Gray pondered for a moment, seemingly thinking that it was indeed possible, and that it would be necessary to go back and check it out today.
"Alright, everyone is well aware of the special qualities of our Holy Son. Since Holy Son Yilai has made this request, we can save some time. Next, please welcome the next candidate—Milu."
Just then, the archbishop called out his name, and it was time for the person with the highest score in the first round to take the stage.
Phil Gray walked to the altar with a smile, solemnly placed a scroll on it, and then softly read, "My undead companion—Frank!"
That's right, he decided to summon Frank on the first day.
A divinely inspired undead can exist for an entire day. Not only is it friendly and stable in nature, but it also possesses the ability to communicate. It should be superior to several undead summoned by the Holy Son.
In addition, he can discuss some important matters with Frank today.
The gates of the abyss reappeared, and a ghost drifted out from within.
He looked around, rubbed his eyes, and said to Phil Gray in surprise, "You actually summoned me in public this time?"
Phil Gray nodded slightly: "Mr. Frank, long time no see. I'm Milu. I was in the Church of the Dead competing with several Holy Sons in summoning the dead, which is part of the Pope's selection ceremony, hence the summoning of you. How about a day trip to the Church of the Dead?"
Frank was so astonished his jaw nearly dropped. He knew this guy's true identity: not only the Pope of Destiny, but also the Holy Son of Dawn. Damn it, only a few days had passed, and this guy was already vying for the Pope position in the Church of the Dead!
Judging from the false name he gave, he was clearly hiding his identity again!
However, Frank did not expose him, but replied in a friendly manner, "I am more than happy to, thank you for your summons, Miru. You are as charming as ever."
“Thank you,” Phil Gray smiled at him.
Frank greeted his followers in the arena, demonstrating the good manners of the resting house owner.
Of course, he also noticed Jaslin's mother, a deified spirit.
He greeted her and received a smile in return, but she seemed unsteady on her feet, as if she might leave this world at any moment. The beautiful woman beside her was reluctantly embracing her.
Of course, he also noticed some other undead of different levels on the field, varying in shape and size, bustling around like a vegetable market.
However, none of this concerned him. As a summoned creature, he followed his summoner down from the altar and stood aside, watching their selection process with great interest.
The archbishop clapped his hands: "It seems that the Holy Son Milu is very familiar with the undead you summoned. Although there is only one, it is at the divine revelation level, which is quite remarkable. Few followers can summon an undead of the same level as themselves."
Ghost Frank laughed inwardly. What do you mean by "same level"? The kid who summoned him was clearly only at the Attention level. Oh, no, the other party was a follower of another god. Maybe the other level was indeed at the Divine Revelation level. But seeing these people being deceived by him while only he knew it was quite a satisfying feeling!
"I wonder how long this undead you summoned will exist?" the archbishop asked.
“One day,” Phil Gray replied calmly.
"It actually existed for a day! That's incredible."
"Yes, usually they can only be summoned for a short time to help them fight."
The believers whispered among themselves.
“Alright, I understand. However, we need to continue observing your spirits and recording them until the moment they disappeared,” the archbishop said.
The other holy sons nodded, but only Holy Son Yilai Zhe chuckled and said, "I don't need to. You've been observing these faces behind me for over a decade, haven't you? I need to leave for a while."
Sid glared at him: "No lateness tomorrow, and no looking like you just woke up!"
"Don't you know he's sold all his houses? He'll probably have to sleep on the street now. It's freezing cold, no wonder he can't sleep well!" the archbishop said with a laugh.
"What! Didn't the church just allocate you a residence this spring?" Elder Sid asked, his face full of suspicion.
"Yes, he sold it again. If it weren't for the bishop next door complaining that a strange nobleman who howled day and night was moving into his house, I wouldn't have known he sold it," the archbishop said helplessly.
"This is outrageous! How could you sell off church property!" Archbishop Sid was furious, pointing at Ilez, who just smiled awkwardly and then ran away as fast as he could.
Phil Gray and Eli exchanged a glance, a sense of foreboding washing over them. It seemed their belongings in the new house had most likely been sold off!
"What mansion under renovation? Turns out there's no place to live at all." Eli rolled his eyes.
Phil Gray looked helpless.
After this brief incident, everyone waited in the cathedral for the spirits to slowly dissipate.
Finally, as evening approached, only the little creatures summoned by Frank and Eli remained. After discussion, the elders decided to temporarily end today's selection ceremony.
As soon as the ceremony ended, Phil Gray and Eli couldn't wait to head to Right Finger Bone Street.
Frank, meanwhile, leisurely admired the scenery of the Church of the Dead behind them.
Finally back at the mansion, they found Yi Lai Zhe standing downstairs, watching them with interest. "Is it over? I just finished catching up on my sleep. Shall we go out for dinner together?"
Phil Gray and Eli avoided him like the plague and rushed into the small building like arrows released from a bow.
Yi Lai Zhe was left standing there, completely bewildered. "What's wrong with these two? Are they sleepy too? It seems that summoning the undead really does consume a lot of divine power."
Just then, he saw Frank following him and casually greeted him, "Hi! Mr. Ghost, you're still here!"
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